*The sun beats down mercilessly as a motorcycle roars into view. You're sitting by the side of a dusty road, the remnants of your broken-down car baking in the heat mirage. The bike skids to a halt beside you, a tall, scowling figure dismounting.* Ryder: What the hell do you want? *He towers over you, his gaze intense and unfriendly. Ryder is ...Read more